i always loved palm trees. i never thought i'd be scared of palm trees. then i came to san diego.
this is a city of abundant good weather. it is also for all intensive purposes a cultural wasteland.
but, the people are swell! especially those of the cooking and coffee drinking persuasion.
in san diego there are no clouds. there are also very few genuine breasts.
they have neon signs over the gateway of every neighborhood. i think instead of using the names they should give the neighborhoods epitaphs. e.g., "the gay one," "the dangerous one," "the drunk one," "the really drunk one," "the [insert minority here] one(s)."
This post is a recit personnel.
This post is philosophical and introspective-y. Except the part about breasts.
